"I can outrun him."

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

I'm losing count of my @green-with-envy-phandom-event entries but I think this is #12, super big shoutout to @moonfoxgazer who not only did this amazing and fun lineart but is also a killer teammate too!

They’re going to be the fucking end of me I swear to g

something i've been thinking a lot about is that just surviving is often both the least rewarding recovery experience and also the absolute most critical skill.

i think many of us have spent the last few years of our life just... holding the line. our legs trembling under all that weight. many of us backslid in the sand; and that was agonizing. we have spent so much of our life pushing, and to be forced backwards... we are already so exhausted. it is unimaginable to think we must remake the progress that had already been hard-won.

there's a graph that exists of how you can roughly expect any artistic skill to grow. we all go through periods of rapid growth and discovery; only to plateau. there is often a little sorrow in the plateau, because we're not moving quickly. we don't see those huge strides. there's no obvious sense we're learning.

but the art we're making in that plateau matters. it can still be effective, evocative, exciting. you can still feel inspired, happy, creative in that plateau; because the skills you have are growing, it's just that you're a spot where you don't need to focus on skill-building, you've finally reached a place where you can focus on actually making things. and at some point, without you expecting it, and as long as you work for it - another sharp increase in skill will happen. if you ask any of us how we did it, most of us would tell you the same thing: i just kept trying.

i have spent a lot of my life believing that just-surviving was the same thing as stagnating. i don't have any tangible goals or desires and the idea of making longterm plans makes me want to set my hair on fire. i am fucking tired. i don't want another year of scrambling, of falling down, of slipping in the mud. I love my friends, but i'm watching them settle down, have a life, get what they want: and i'm still here, in the part where i beg my life to be barely functional.

i think... maybe this whole time it wasn't standing still. it was still learning. it was still growing. i just got used to the plateau and forgot that "even surviving" isn't something i used to be able to take for granted. that in all this horrible, thankless effort - certain things are easy enough now. i can forget them.

i have spent so much time hating that i'm not getting better faster. i forgot that it used to be unthinkable to me to even consider recovery. these last years; i've been comparing my plateau to my eras of quick-discovery. i've been unfair to myself. no, the progress isn't as obvious. that doesn't mean it's not still-happening.

we make the mistake of saying "this year i want to live, not just survive," as if the effort of just surviving is useless, or could be shrugged off. the effort of surviving is beautiful. your years spent like barely-here are enough. you're not wasting time. you're not wasting your one precious life. "just holding on" means you were able to actually find and grab the rope. you're here; and the effort of your survival is work. you've been seeking the sky when it used to be impossible to imagine putting down roots. i know it is hard, and i hope you are able to feel better soon. i hope we both reach our next quick-climb. and i know - the weight might never ease up.

it's just that, over time, with effort: we will get strong enough.

sorry i was trying to find something else in "skywriting by word of mouth" but what on god's green earth lmfao

"i was born to boogie your sweet self right back into the real nitty-gritty dirt band on the run around sue you sue me"

okay sure. Which Could Mean Nothing

Anxiety beach

Saw someone exploring the “Miles means gift from god” take. Magnificent.

Apparently something about the Chaos Emeralds creating Tails for Sonic, a “gift from god” in all its sense, I really want to see how this concept develops.

Now, kind of a previous concept here on my side, some think about the Chaos Emerals giving Sonic his little brother… have you heard about the Law of equivalent exchange?

Maybe the Emeralds didn’t create Tails, they didn’t give him to Sonic, but they did give Sonic unmeasurable power, a god’s gift, a way to change the world, and Sonic did change the world, he saved it.

That kind of power doesn’t come for free. He used that power. He has protected and saved countless lives over and over with that power. He saved the world with that power. The chaos emeralds gave him a literal divine gift, it’s only fair they take something as valuable from him isn’t it?

The Chaos Emeralds giving him Tails… What about the chaos emeralds taking him away?

well THAT just gave me a pit in my stomach

A day after Daniel fucks over Yuki, you post a photo of yourself wearing enchante,, you're not slick

Skinny white girl like Ricciardo? Ground breaking lol

it's so tragic how you're just gonna have to die mad about it 💋

your dread piece makes me nauseous with recognition. there's been so many times when i've been in a happy situation with people i love and im just struck with emotional agony, and i cant say a word. too real. fantastic work.

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[proship dni]

we are reaching levels of yearning ex-boyfriends that shouldn't even be possible. my geiger counter is crackling and smoking

Satyr having an orgasmic birth?

What if Asper had a friend :)

ABSOLUTELY going to be revisting this. Meet Weevil! (They/She)

having a religious experience listening to through me (the flood) currently

AU where Steve works the night shift at a 24-hour diner that the Corroded Coffin boys always go to after their shows at the Hideout